We drew a crowd The crowd drew the blood Fawning swindlers There's a shark in the stream where the newborns are baptized Who let the flatterer into the gallery on our sweet sixteen? Take him away Get him against the wall for the witnesses

This is doom in a borrowed suit It's a pickup line at a funeral Cannibals along side the catwalk But it's OK we're got old blood and our veins are rooted to the hornets nest again New love is tasteless We're wearing down

This is the year of the party crasherWhat is charm? Where are the heroics?

What is harm to the perfumed wrists of the stoics? Designer impostors find us twitching in the claws of the snake A fin is circling around the floor It appears we've lost our way The tide is swelling and we've fallen asleep on the shore Get inside, someone's yelling fire in the theater Oh dear god. Everybody stay calm Tell your husband that his screaming just invited it in The horsemen are crashing through the gates We had better learn to play dead Our hands are reeking of rapture It's dripping from our chin The tragedy of infant hearts But it's OK we've got old blood and our hair is woven to the same hotel again We're wearing down This is the year of the party crasher It's you and me for the first time in history We're history